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The Handbag Part four.
it was happening, yes
all that sweat and worry could disappear.
as was always the way with the best things, it seemed completely by chance that the filters and the dreaded margin to the room were OK. It was working.
There was this big fat bass thing
and this pressing urgency of beats coming through the ceiling panner,
and they fitted and they resonated above the pumping heads,
and the 400 were starting to mass in one place, all the mix of them.
And there was this guy hanging loose in the mirror spot, right in the middle
his heat was checking and sending on the heat sensor and yes,
the gate cracked open and out popped the close grain crackle of the bar sourced sounds. Close and in your face and looped into a frenzy of granular rhythms, that spun to the far and back. So sweet in noise. And the 400 picked on it and took the break , and their hearts beat faster, and the resonance increased, and it was time to drop the golden grid down.
the handbag on test